The Muse is on the loose
The Muse is on the loose and wastes herself away
on some cretin.
A severe goer through everyday scandals.
It is well worth risking a damnation or two.
Almost anything stumbles upon its quest.
Try to imagine the absence of your voice.
La Grande Messe Des Mots
resumes next to nothing.
It is only a gradual misconceiving that alerts the beginning
and the end of the days.
The widths of the most important
poet of your neighborhood
eradicate the rest of the absolutions.